Glad to have found semi-convenient place to watch season finale. DBacks must finish strong going into playoffs. This place near coffee stops, East Side. Cozy and no vulgarity so far. One guy way too familiar last night; I think - all a blur. Good to get away from blues sessions. Tended to be repetitive but not showcase so go with it anyway. One fellow (Have I mentioned him?) with high level cervical injury blew harp a couple of times. Awfully good. And great diaphragmatic function. No respiratory assist, of course.
May go back after a rest. If I relearn the 10 chords I know, could do this. Would be real nice. Hold on... that ain't bloozy 'nuff. We'll have to come up with something completely diff'rent. Won't be difficult. Yet one never know how people will take it. Take Nurse Duckett... I wouldn't if I were you. The worst one I ever knew? Well, out of school and all that. A thief. One guy real mean. Some sort of golfer and vicious as all hell. Had no idea what his problem was beside envy. Simply reminded by the glyph above. Roy Lichtenstein. Knew a fellow who loved the place. These people learned me a lot.
So pretty much resocialized after hideout experience. They don't know any better is all. The place I'm at now, they might think one unescorted homosexual. (Now that's a howler.) The women here are yakkers. Sat next to one looked 13. Terribly stuck up blonde. Had to excuse myself for rooting too seriously. Fortunately, the home team won. Got to finish strong.
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